by Leo Mark
‘Woman, be not afraid. Get my disciples together and they will meet me in Galilee.’
‘Jesus! Thank God that you are alive!’ exclaimed his mother.
‘I always was alive, woman. Did I not tell you that I would return on the third day? Did you not believe my word?’
‘Of course we did. But only after all that we witnessed.’
‘Jesus, an angel appeared to Joseph and told him that I am expecting a child of yours,’ said Mary Magdalene.
‘Yes, it will be a girl. Take good care of her.’
‘But now that you are alive, why will you not go with us?’
‘I cannot, woman. My father needs me. But I will return soon, do not fear. Now go, and take the news to the others.’
All of them set off for Galilee and there they met Jesus, who gave the disciples his last instructions. Some time later, at nightfall, a great wind arose and grew ever stronger. Dust mingled with sticks and leaves was lifted into the air and blew around the place where they were. Then a great light appeared in the sky, and from the light there came angels of God. Jesus stayed where he was, unmoving. The others, afraid at what was happening, began to draw away little by little. Moments later, the light settled over the body of Jesus, which began to float and to be slowly lifted up towards the centre of the light. As he went up, now Jesus looked upwards and now he looked down at his disciples, who were looking up at him, frightened and amazed. Soon Jesus disappeared in the midst of the light and the angels, who were forming a sort of celestial escort, began to fly into the centre of the light, one by one. The light dimmed and the wind began to drop. The light disappeared into the horizon and turned into one more star in the sky. All those that were present on the hillside began to weep and to speak of the ascension of Jesus.
‘I hope he will come back one day,’ thought Mary Magdalene, putting her hands on her stomach.
The next day, Joseph of Arimathaea spoke to Mary Magdalene:
‘Pack your bags, take only the essentials, and call on the people you trust. We shall leave at once.’
The group of travelers consisted of Mary of Cleopas, Martha Lazarus, Estropius, Sidonius, Sara the black woman, Mary Magdalene and Joseph of Arimathaea. They all set off for Gaul, and when they arrived they were received by Philip.
On the night they arrived, Joseph went to talk to Mary Magdalene.
‘Lady, mark well my words. The same angel who told me that you are with child asked me to keep the blood of Jesus. He told me that Jesus would be born again on earth by means of this blood that I have kept; however only his descendants will be able to open the flask that contains the blessed blood. You must tell this story to the daughter of Jesus, and she will pass it on to her children, and so on down the generations, until the moment of rebirth arrives. When the moment comes, this sacred flask will emit a sound. When the sound is heard, it will mean the time has come. I have made a hole in this wooden chalice which Jesus used at the Last Supper and I have hidden the cylinder in the stem. If we lose the chalice no one will know what is really kept in it. As far as anyone else is concerned, it will simply be the chalice in which I collected the blood of the King at his death. I will stay close to protect you and your descendants, and my descendants will do the same until the time comes; for the angel said that Jesus will be reborn through this blood, and that he shall be carried in the womb of a woman of his lineage.’
‘Joseph, I thank you for what you are doing for me, for Jesus and for our daughter. May your name and your deeds be remembered for all eternity.’
‘It is I who must thank you, for giving me this great and divine honor.’
Time passed. The day of the birth of Jesus’ daughter arrived. On a night full of stars, Mary Magdalene gave birth to a baby girl and gave her the name of Sarah. High above the house where the baby was born, brightly colored lights shone. God´s angels were there to make sure that the daughter of Jesus should be born in perfect safety.
CHAPTER 1
New York, September 2001
David woke at 6 a.m. as he did every morning. He took a bath, brushed his teeth, put on his school clothes, grabbed his satchel. As he left his room he could see through the half-open door of his parents´ bedroom that they were still asleep, as usual. He tip-toed down the stairs, so as not to wake them. He made breakfast for all the family. On the table he put jam, toast, honey, cheese, fruit, juice, milk and coffee. David loved breakfast time: it was the only time of the day he could be with his parents, who worked all day long and had little time to spare for their only child. Only ten years old, he did everything, every morning. When his parents woke and came down, the breakfast table was ready and there was that special smell of coffee in the air. The family took breakfast together, chatting about the matters of the day - school, friends, politics, science, computers and other adult stuff, but David adored it. He seemed to understand a lot about these things, more than most adults. It was that special time in the morning when they ate, talked, laughed, made plans.
Round about half seven David picked up his satchel and set off to work with his parents. For the last two years, every day, he had been “working” with them. Sarah didn´t like leaving their only son alone in the big, dangerous city of New York.
The three of them set off walking to where Sarah and Richard worked - in the same company, in adjoining buildings. David spent part of the time in his father´s building, part of the time in his mother´s. Sarah was the financial director of the company and Richard the manager of the department of technology. Both of them were paid very well, having been hired at about the same time and for salaries well above the average. What´s more, there was a special area reserved for the children of the staff. However this was the last year but one that David would be going to where his parents worked, because when he was eleven he would no longer be able to stay there. But until that age, the children could study various courses, learn languages, and surf the internet, all under the eye of their parents by means of strategically located cameras. Both the buildings possessed one of these areas, on the same floor. As David had made friends in both buildings he took turns to spend time in each one. At midday everyone had lunch.
At one p.m. David went to school, which was a few blocks away. The mother of one of the children, the wife of one of the staff, took him and her son to the school. But that morning, long before it was time for lunch or for them to go to school, something very unusual happened. While David was chatting with his friends, at 8.46 a.m., they heard, they saw, they felt a huge explosion. The noise was deafening. The heat that overtook them was unbearable. The ceiling began to cave in, and they heard shouts and screams from all directions. The lights had simply gone out. Everything turned dark, hot and noisy. The explosion had been felt in the upper floors, but the heat was very close. Bits of the ceiling began to collapse.
In the confusion, Sarah ran towards where David was. The corridor was only about 30 yards long; but, through the window, David could see his mother desperately trying to push her way through the throng, running along the wing of the building to get to him. Suddenly, because of the thick smoke that was filling the building, David could no longer see his mother. The ceiling started falling on to the people below, many of them were sheltering under tables, many were running, and the flames from the upper floors started to invade their floor of the building. David was paralyzed at the sight, unable to move, simply watching the scene of terror. He began to worry about his mother, gathered his courage and began to run towards where he had last seen her. People were pushing each other, climbing over each other to try and get through the door that led to the fire escape. Crawling between the legs of panic-stricken people, David managed to get to the office where he could find his mother. In the darkness, crying in desperation, he started to scratch through the rubble, looking for her. He began to shout her name, but without success.
‘Muuummyyyy!!! Where are you???’
His cries were unheard among so many other desperate cries.
When
his strength ran out he fell to his knees on the floor, in tears and in despair.
‘Mummy, help!! Please, don´t leave me here alone,’ he called out in a weak voice.
When he was almost giving up, he caught sight of his mother´s red hair under a beam which could easily have weighed a ton or more. He got closer and saw that her face was covered with blood. It looked as if she was dead.
‘Mummy, please, don´t die,’ the boy repeated despairingly, trying to awaken her.
David got up and looked around him. He began to see several bodies on the floor and a lot of blood everywhere (what he was seeing there was something that even the bloodiest films didn´t show). He couldn´t believe what he was seeing. At the sight he began to go into shock. Smoke was everywhere. He could hardly breathe. The fire was beginning to spread from the upper floors. People were jumping from the upper floors and smashing into the ground. David, now lying down and practically unconscious from the smoke he had inhaled, decided to make one more effort and tried to drag his mother from under the debris.
‘Come on, Mummy, try! Try! Please don´t leave me now.’
Hardly had David stopped speaking when a huge piece of flaming concrete fell on to his back, crushing his ribs and his legs. David went out like a light. Darkness and silence reigned.
CHAPTER 2
Berne, Switzerland, April 1999
It was past two o´clock in the morning when several big luxury cars drove through the gates of one of the largest mansions in the Swiss capital. The mansion belonged to one of the most important bankers in the world, Benjamin Uggae, a leader of the secret society which called itself The Illuminati. He was an elderly man, looking to be around seventy-five years old, thin but broad-shouldered, balding and with a perfectly trimmed goatee beard. More than twenty heavily armed security guards escorted the cars, in addition to those guarding the door to the mansion. A total of eight cars drove in through the gates, which were sealed after the last one had passed. As the cars parked, men wearing black tunics with hoods got out and went up the huge marble staircase which led to the main reception room of the mansion. At the side of the stairs, two statues of winged lions in copper observed the guests passing. They were going to a meeting of the leaders of the Illuminati – a secret society created centuries earlier which aimed at dominating and ruling the world. Consisting of hundreds of members scattered throughout the world, its leadership was made up of just thirteen men, members of thirteen families which controlled nearly eighty percent of the world’s wealth. Among them were bankers, media magnates and oil moguls, a Saudi prince and members of other royal families.
These thirteen men were also members of the Bilderberg Club, made up of the most powerful people in the world, aiming to dictate the global rules, and whose main focus was the creation of a single government to rule the world: the same objective as the Illuminati, who had formed the Club. However not all members of the Club knew for sure what the Illuminati´s intentions were. In contrast to the Illuminati, a secret society which left few traces of its existence or even of who its members were, the Bilderberg Club, though closed and with membership available only to the global elite, made no effort to hide its existence. All the meetings, however, generally once a year, were behind closed doors. Always after a meeting of the Club, there was an important development somewhere in the world. Wars, alliances, presidents deposed, presidential candidates announced: in other words, the political future of the world was decided within the Club. The meeting places were secret and were revealed to the members only a few hours before meetings took place. And it was a mysterious fact that none of the great international newspaper or television networks reported these meetings which were attended by the principal political and business leaders of the world (only the independent media issued any reports about them).
In the entrance hall the men greeted each other with kisses and embraces, while a camera focused on their faces to guarantee that there was no uninvited guest. Neither personal security guards nor the house guards were allowed to enter. Wine was offered to the guests. After a few minutes’ wait, a great wooden door, set between two staircases, was opened and all of them started moving towards it. After the last eminent visitor had passed through, the door was closed. Inside, thirteen comfortable armchairs formed a circle in a room with walls of stone, dozens of works of art by famous painters, like Da Vinci and Caravaggio, and burning torches hanging on thirteen columns of marble.
When they were all sitting down, they lowered their hoods so that their faces could be seen more clearly. At one end of the circle, in an armchair a little bigger than the others, sat the grand master of the brotherhood, their host Benjamin Uggae, who was the first to speak:
‘Good evening brothers, I am grateful to you all for making the effort to be here on this momentous occasion. This extraordinary meeting has just one matter to discuss, currently the most important matter of all, which has been of concern to us for several years now. We need a plan to take the life of that damned clone, or our god Enlil will be angry with us. All of us know that we owe our lives and our fortunes to him. I would like to know if anyone has a suggestion for what we can do. Brother Arnold, please put our brothers in the picture as to what is happening in America.’
‘Brothers, our men have been following the Griffin family for years without being able to get close. The boy David is protected by soldiers of Enki and by members of the Priorate of Sian. We have lost more than five of our best men, who were uncovered by them. And even if we were able to get close enough, only a great disaster can kill the boy. It would need to be an explosion or something of the sort; bullets, or other ways of killing, he will easily survive.’
‘Brothers, I have an idea,’ said one of the others eagerly.
‘Speak, brother, any idea is welcome,’ answered the grand master.
‘You remember last year when I told you about a plan that Al Qaeda was working on to attack the United States?’
All of them nodded. The plan of attack on the Twin Towers had been thought up by Al Qaeda, but would only be given the go-ahead with the agreement of the leadership of the Illuminati, since the terrorist leader Osama Bin Laden was a member high up in the organization, although not one of the thirteen leaders. The attack had been given the leadership´s blessing, since they knew that the USA would go to war with Afghanistan, and many of them would profit from it, in arms, oil, shares and so on.
‘Then you will know that one of the main targets of the attack will be the Twin Towers, the World Trade Center.’
‘But how can that help us? How can we make the boy go into the WTC on the day and at the very time of the attacks?’ asked one of the members.
‘Some of us own companies which control other companies which have subsidiaries or even head offices in these buildings. My plan is to hire the parents of the boy to work in one of these companies. If the company doesn’t have a space for children we will arrange for it to create one and to encourage the parents to take their children. The attack will be unexpected and there will be no way they can protect him.’
‘Great idea, brother Abdul!’ exclaimed the grand master. ‘This plan really could work. In the meantime, of course, we have to rely on a bit of luck for the parents to accept jobs in one of
these companies.’
‘Brother, all it needs is a high salary to send these Americans crazy. They like money more than we do!’ said one of the members, and all of them chuckled.
‘Very well, is anyone opposed to brother Abdul’s idea?’
There was silence in the room and no one raised his hand.
‘Which of you have companies in those buildings?’
Three members raised their hands.
‘My company controls an oil distribution business with an office in the East Tower,’ said one of them.
‘My investment group controls a technological startup, with several offices in each of the towers,’ said another.
‘Perfect, brother, with a single company working in
both buildings we can put the father in one tower and the mother in the other. As the attacks will be on both towers, there’s a good chance the boy will be in one of them,’ said the grand master, enthusiastic with the idea.
‘Agreed! So we have two years ahead of us to plan everything. Brother, when you get home, arrange to hire the boy’s parents, make an offer they can´t refuse, and also do whatever’s necessary to set up an area for the children of the staff, with lessons, computers, games - everything that will attract the children of today, because we have to be certain that the parents will take the boy to their place of work every day.’
‘Leave it with me, I´ll make all the arrangements this week.’
‘Brother Abdul, how is the plan going in the USA? Will the attacks in fact be carried out by planes?’
‘Yes, it’s the easiest way. Al Qaeda already has people infiltrated in the country who are having flying lessons. They will hijack several planes and crash them into the Pentagon, the White House and the World Trade Center at the same time. It will be a historic day.’
‘Indeed it will be historic. But nothing like the last great World War. We were able to make the war happen, but unfortunately we did not win it, or rather, our plan didn´t work out. I hope this plan is a success.’
‘But it is being much more carefully planned and in addition we can count on the element of surprise.’
‘I can´t wait for the day to come! Brother, that’s it, I think we are done for today. Any problem, let me know. In the meantime we’ll go on working on a contingency plan, in case this one doesn’t work out as we hope. Thank you all for coming.’
As he spoke the Grand Master stretched out his hand, raising the forefinger and little finger.
‘Hail Enlil!’ he cried as he got up, and the others replied in unison:
‘HAIL ENLIL!’
CHAPTER 3
Saudi Arabia, June 1999
The governor of Texas was climbing the stairs of the royal family’s enormous palace, escorted by two soldiers and looking around him in awe at the beauty and richness of the building. At the top of the huge staircase he was met by a beautiful woman with Indian features, covered with jewels and wearing a lovely golden sari. She greeted him and led him into a room which was at the back of a great corridor, lined with pictures and shining objects. Two soldiers were guarding the door to the room. A slight gesture from the woman was enough for them to open the door, letting them both in; and as they entered the hall they were aware of the door closing behind them. A few yards in front of him the governor could see some people, three members of the royal family and another three men in ties, who he did not know. The governor made his way to the table. He was sweating not just because of the heat but because he was nervous, having been invited to the meeting by one of the leaders of the Skull & Bones, a secret society that he had belonged to since he was at Yale, and which represented the Illuminati in the USA. In addition he was going to meet the two main leaders of the Illuminati and members of the Saudi royal family. He had had to cancel various engagements and fly at once to Saudi Arabia. The call had been very emphatic, and as he had known since his time at Yale, for him and for most of the members the organization was above the law; without the brothers’ help he would not have got to where he was.
